Volume 4 Chapter 5 Future Policy ③ ♡
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
From Linca Tsai
Sir Kian,
Have you read my reply? Here, nothing significant has happened, and every day is just the same repetition. As for the mess Oswald made of Danofen, it’s finally been sorted out, and it now has a neat and tidy appearance.
♡
Is there no adverse effect from leaving me here? You must have understood well how competent I am. But please set aside my matters. It’s too late to tell me to come back now. Working with Ms. Sarah is fun. It’s an easy job. I don’t want to do the arduous task of running around the mountains to kill monsters.
Well, in short, Sir Kian, you are unworthy of being my husband.
♡
I’m not sad at all about being discarded. I was just a convenient thing, right? I’m not crying. Every day is busy, so you can’t pay attention to me. I don’t care about trivial adventures. So, the least you could do, Sir Kian, is disappear.
The romance of days gone by with you.
Amidst the days of labor, memories fade.
My heart is dying.
However,
it’s fun. But
please leave me alone.
Forget about the troublesome woman like a cursed object.
Let’s meet again under Azrael.
Lovely Sir Kian.
I want to eat ramen.
* * *
”What is this strange document?” Kian murmured, holding the paper up to the firelight.
The ink had smudged in places, as though water had spilled across it, giving the whole thing a grimy, careless appearance. The line breaks were erratic, and a small heart symbol sat incongruously in the middle of an otherwise serious message. Linca wasn’t usually the type to send such sloppy work—but odd things happened sometimes.
He considered the possibility that her office was simply overwhelmed. Though she claimed in the letter that she was enjoying herself, she followed that with an admission that every day was busy. That part matched the tone of Sarah and Christy’s letters more than the earlier cheer.
He frowned. She had spilled far too much water—almost as if she had deliberately let droplets fall while bringing over her cup. If the page was in such a state, she should have found fresh paper, even at a small cost.
Talia shifted nearby, a thoughtful look on her face.
”Kian, did you write a reply to the previous letter?” she asked carefully.
Kian’s mind flicked back to the moment he had read it—in bed with Natra, mid-embrace. Linca had written that she was too busy to exchange letters and even told him to forget her if needed. In the middle of reading, Natra had unexpectedly taken his attention in a far more physical direction, and the contents had flown straight out of his head.
In the end, he had only replied to Sarah’s regular report. Linca’s letter had gone, unopened again, into the fireplace. Christy’s correspondence had not even arrived at that time.
Still, Linca seemed as busy as ever, handling her duties without trouble. The envelope might have looked ominous enough to be mistaken for a cursed artifact, but its contents had been surprisingly mundane.
Christy, at least, had asked for a progress report, and Kian felt compelled to answer her with sincerity. As for Linca—he decided to wait and see once again.
He slipped her letter back into its envelope.
Later, over a lively dinner with his companions, they laughed and ate well. They ate, they fought, they made love, and they ate again. Life was full and untroubled.
So untroubled, in fact, that he worried his body might grow dull from the lack of strain.
”Come to think of it,” Rufna said, swirling the wine in her glass, “there have been more pirate sightings off Châtillon lately.”
”Pirates never disappear, no matter the era,” Camilla replied with a knowing smirk.
”Were they around in the past too?” Serena asked.
”Oh yes,” Camilla said, nodding. “Every man of the sea is a pirate at heart. Without a nation’s watchful eye, they’ll gladly attack foreign ships.”
Natra, after swallowing a mouthful of food, added, “It’s said these recent pirates are operating with exceptional precision—slipping past Châtillon patrol routes, timing their raids perfectly to strike between patrols.”
”I heard the same in Izerland Fortress,” she continued. “There’s a rumor that some territory in Azrael is shidaho—”
T/N: Government-authorized piracy.
”—that is, issuing letters of marque to attack enemy ships.”
”Letters of marque?” Serena tilted her head.
”A government-sanctioned pirate act,” Natra explained. “Officially denied abroad, of course. But the captains are never punished—they remain a convenient cover. In exchange for turning a blind eye, the nation takes a share of the spoils. Sometimes, that single share equals half a year’s national budget.”
”Did the Nakash Family ever do that?” Serena asked.
Aliona’s voice held a hint of warning. “Don’t ask about those things.”
”Haha, it’s fine,” Rufna cut in brightly. “I—Nakash—never did such things. Not at all.”
It was a lie.
The Nakash Family had long carried out piracy along the Western coasts, and in Azrael, such practices were widespread. The Malc Family, in particular, had abducted Western children during raids and turned them into slave soldiers. Oswald of Ramsey had once been one such victim.
”…You did it,” Serena said flatly.
”Oh, the truth comes out,” Rufna chuckled.
”Plunder happens on land too,” Isthbaran said. “In Storm Herd, it was an everyday thing. Serena, you were simply kept away from those scenes at Glen and Ozeas.”
Talia interjected, her tone calm but firm. “One should not condone taking and being taken without order. There must be discipline for plunder, or it becomes banditry.”
Isthbaran nodded. “True enough. But small families couldn’t survive without it. Families like Silverwooloo—or mine—lived off those shares. Ozeas, though… he wanted to change that. If he’d lived, perhaps the Silver Wolves would have gone a different way.”
Kian asked, “Were you planning to start a business in Storm Herd?”
”Something like that,” Isthbaran said. “Not Lord Louis, but there was talk of settling in a rich free city and acting like a guild. Many cities wanted our strength. If events had unfolded differently, we might have ended up in Ramsey.”
”That’s a ‘what if’ world I’d like to see,” Kian said.
”You’re serious?” Serena asked, incredulous.
”Deadly serious,” he replied. “Pure curiosity.”
Natra brought the conversation back. “As for the pirate ship issue—Elder Sister and Lord Louis are working to coordinate Izerland and Châtillon in pressing Azrael to act.”
Plans were still internal, but a messenger had already gone to Azrael’s Holy City. If the Twelve Divine Generals Council met, the likely venue would be the Kingdom of Crete, since Châtillon was a victim and could not host as in the “Death Sword User” incident.
Aliona’s lips curved into a dangerous smile. “If a pirate ship comes, I can finally unleash my magic again♡.”
”Before Lady Aliona boils the sea, I’ll cut down our lord’s enemies,” Natra said.
”I’m more worried about the pirate crew,” Rufna muttered, drawing laughter from the table.
The talk shifted to Isthbaran’s adventures, and the dinner stretched on until Serena’s eyelids drooped.
* * *
”So, we’re heading on a long expedition to Crete?” Kian asked later.
After the party, instead of returning to his own room above the tavern, he slipped through the window into Esther’s room at the Pigfoot family’s main house. The fire crackled warmly—she had been waiting for him.
”Ah,” he sighed, warming himself by the hearth.
Esther, across the room, was changing from her serving dress into a thick brown nightgown. The sweat-stained dress lay on the bed, while her shadow moved on the wall, arms slipping awkwardly into the gown. Only the slightly open neckline hinted at anything provocative. She pulled her chestnut hair free from her collar and let it fall smoothly down her back.
”Not yet,” she said quickly, stopping him as he moved toward her. “You’re dirty—we should wipe off with warm water first.”
”No way,” he said with a grin.
”Eh!?”
”Esther, men are not good at patience.”
He began unbuttoning his shirt without ceremony. Since the Ramsey affair, Kian had become more conscious of his appearance—his black hair damp from snow, swept back to reveal the sharp lines of his neck and shoulders. The firelight traced the inverted triangle of his chest, muscles defined and gleaming, his skin catching the light like a polished brown jewel.
The vampire mesmerized and drew in its prey with his face and physical beauty.
The primal scent of the male entity mingled with the faint tang of sweat, causing Esther—who clutched at the collar of her nightgown in a defensive instinct—to gulp.
”I… I think I’d rather not be dirty,” she said softly.
Esther’s head barely reached Kian’s chest. In truth, she was simply too short, and as Kian advanced, she hunched her shoulders even more, retreating a step toward the bed.
”Huh!?” she gasped.
He pulled her gently but firmly closer by the waist. She stiffened for a moment, but her eyes softened as their faces drew near. His breath brushed against hers, warm and steady, until she found herself leaning forward.
The air between them was charged—her chestnut-colored hair catching the dim light, a faint heat rising from the opening of her nightgown.
Kian’s gaze lingered on her features: thick chestnut eyebrows, the characteristic white skin of westerners, large round eyes, and a straight, refined nose.
In this remote town, she was easily the most captivating girl—a delicate flower that often drew the eyes of Adventurers at the tavern. Her lips parted slightly, and for a moment she seemed caught between words and silence.
”I… really want to wash up,” she murmured.
”I think you’re perfect as you are,” he replied, his voice low.
”But… but—ah!”
With one arm, he brought her shoulder closer, his other hand resting gently at her side. Esther shifted, her brow furrowing slightly, but her gaze remained fixed on him.
Kian tilted his head. “Has my boldness increased since we first met?” he asked.
She gave a faint, almost teasing huff. “It does feel like it’s grown over time.”
”Do you dislike it?”
”No… not exactly,” she said, glancing aside.
”Then perhaps I should be gentler,” he said, a faint smile crossing his face. “I could simply hold your hands instead.”
Esther’s lips curved faintly at the corners, though she quickly masked it. Her legs, long and graceful, reflected the beauty she had inherited from the Leanan sídhe. Even through the thin fabric of her nightgown, the line of her form was clear.
They sat together at the edge of the bed, hands meeting and fingers intertwining. They traced small patterns against each other’s skin, the warmth of their palms mingling.
”Mm…” Esther exhaled softly.
Their gazes locked. The flicker of the nearby hearth reflected in her eyes, making them glisten. Her hands were warm, slightly calloused from work, but still delicate in their touch.
Kian brushed his thumb across her knuckles. “You’re trembling,” he observed.
”I’m… not used to this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Outside, the night pressed against the windows, its darkness a stark contrast to the cozy warmth within. The air inside carried the faint scent of firewood and a unique fragrance that belonged solely to Esther.
”Do you like this?” Kian asked, his voice gentle and curious.
”Y-yes… but I prefer when you touch my thighs,” Esther replied, her voice soft and anticipatory.
Kian’s fingers gently grazed Esther’s shoulders, his touch light and reassuring. He smiled, noticing her relaxed expression. As he leaned in, Esther’s eyes fluttered closed, a sense of calm washing over her.
The room was filled with a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the crackling of the fireplace and the soft rustle of fabric. Kian’s hands moved with purpose, his touch both gentle and soothing. He helped Esther sit on his lap, and she felt a warm sense of comfort envelop her.
”Relax your legs,” he suggested, his voice warm and encouraging.
”Yes…♡” Esther complied, her dress gently falling around her.
”Should I adjust your dress?”
”Y-yes…♡” Her breath was steady as she allowed him to arrange her clothing, her eyes shining with trust.
Kian’s gaze was kind as he observed her peaceful expression. “You seem at ease, as if you’ve been waiting for this moment.”
”That’s… a secret,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.
He traced his fingers along her arms, from her wrists to her shoulders, feeling her gentle shiver. As he moved, the air grew warmer, filled with a sense of companionship.
Esther’s dress was now neatly arranged, revealing her comfortable attire beneath. The soft fabric clung gently to her frame, and her hair fell naturally around her face.
Kian’s fingers slid gently along her arms, his touch sending a soothing sensation through her. “Your presence is calming. It’s been a while since I’ve felt this at peace.”
”H-ah…♡” Esther’s breath was steady as he shared a quiet moment with her, his fingers gently brushing her skin.
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his breath warm and gentle. “I can sense how much you appreciate this,” he whispered, his fingers now resting on her shoulders.
”Ah…♡” Esther’s body relaxed, her arms falling gently to her sides, allowing him to guide her.
Kian’s touch was both gentle and reassuring, his fingers moving softly across her skin, eliciting a sense of tranquility. The room was filled with the sounds of their quiet companionship—the rustle of fabric, the soft hum of the fireplace, and the gentle rhythm of their breathing.
”You seem to enjoy this, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a low murmur.
”Y-yes…♡” Esther’s response was a soft whisper, her body relaxing into his touch.
Their moments together deepened, a sense of connection growing between them. Kian’s fingers moved gently, exploring the warmth of her smile. Esther’s eyes drifted closed, her body surrendering to the comfort of his presence.
”Your smile is so bright,” he murmured, his thumb gently brushing her cheek. “It’s so genuine and warm.”
”W-warm?” Esther’s voice was a mix of surprise and pleasure.
”It’s a compliment,” he assured her, his lips brushing against her forehead.
Kian’s touch was gentle, his fingers and words working together to create a sense of ease. Her body relaxed with each touch, each word, and each shared moment.
”Your presence is like a warm hug—comforting and soothing,” he said, his voice filled with appreciation. “May I continue?”
”W-what? Oh…♡” Esther’s response was gentle, her body already relaxing toward him.
Kian positioned himself beside her, his presence close and reassuring. The scent of her comfort filled his senses, a gentle mix of warmth and serenity. He smiled, enjoying the peaceful atmosphere they shared.
Esther’s arms relaxed as he sat with her, his presence soothing and kind. Her body was a picture of calm, each moment together strengthening their bond.
”Ah…♡” Her voice was a soft sigh as she enjoyed the comfort, her body relaxing with each passing moment.
In this peaceful dance, Kian and Esther found themselves lost in a world of tranquility, their connection growing in a symphony of gentle touches, warm words, and shared moments. The night outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of their companionship and the soft glow of the fireplace to illuminate their heartfelt embrace.
”May I see the path the baby will come from?” Kian asked, his voice gentle and curious.
Esther nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Yes.”
It was their usual ritual. Kian alternated between gently touching her lower abdomen and her navel, his fingers tracing patterns that made her laugh softly. Her breath moved rhythmically, calming and soothing.
”Ahh♡” she sighed, relaxing into the moment.
Overwhelmed by tenderness, Kian pressed his cheek against her stomach. His hands enveloped hers, his movements slow and comforting.
”Oh♡ Yes♡ It feels so warm♡ Please, stay here with me♡”
The sounds of their shared breaths—soft and steady—filled the air as they savored the connection. Esther’s voice, light with joy, rose as she lifted her head, her body relaxing into his touch. Kian cradled her hands, his presence grounding and reassuring. Her laughter mingled with his, but he didn’t stop. “Nnn-ohhhh♡♡” Esther’s voice softened as she smiled, a sound of pure contentment.
Silence followed, warm and peaceful.
Kian stood, smoothing his clothes. Esther lay relaxed on the bed, her body calm and at ease.
”You’re so wonderful,” he murmured, a smile in his voice. He adjusted his shirt, a gentle expression on his face.
Esther’s serene gaze met his, her breath steady.
”♡♡♡”
The sight of his kind smile triggered a wave of happiness, her body glowing with warmth.
For four months, she and her friends had shared moments like this. Each time, it felt more special.
”Hah♡ Haph♡ Huh♡”
”What do you say now?” Kian prompted, his eyes twinkling.
”P-please♡”
Joy lit Esther’s face. Her cheeks flushed with happiness as she looked at him.
”Your c*ck♡ Mr. Kian’s, so big and wonderful♡ Please stay with me♡”
”As you wish,” Kian replied, his grin widening as he sat beside her.
Notes:
• Linca – Jibril’s favorite girl. High-ranking warrior monk woman from Shin, with strong abilities like ignoring attacks and poisons.
• Camilla – A woman; the subject of the chapter; her body was used to seal Erynys’ soul.
• Serena – Wolfmen Girl
• Isthbaran – The High Warlord of the ‘Storm Herd.’
• Ozeas – Son of Glen, involved in forbidden experiments.
• Louis – Trusted subordinates from the Châtillon family, part of Guy’s elite force.
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